The unreliable narrator

The other day

I had to run some errands in ghost town

On my way, at the side of the road

I met a witch, who told me a story

That goes like this

Ghost town, had to close down

Cause the uncovered a spy

He seemed to be a totally irregular guy

With his spooky cries and his dead eyes

But then he was heard

Breathing in a meeting

Which is a big thing

What an unpleasant surprise

He's alive, he's alive, he's alive

Blood flows through his veins

And he still has his brain

They had to shut down ghost town in a rush

The all got together at the gravestone of (Edgar Allan Poe)

When the morning rose

They had discussed and discussed

What to do with a spy

Who had a beating heart

Even the minister of sinister affairs was flustered

Until a fierce little ghost girl whispered

(Let's murder him at the brink of dark

It's tragic, but he'll be one of us)

What an unpleasant surprise

He's alive, he's alive, he's alive

Blood flows through his veins

And he still has his brain

What an unpleasant surprise

He's alive he's alive he's alive

Blood flows through his veins

And he still has his brain

(What if he reveals our secret to the other alive people?)

(What if he reveals our secret to the other alive people?)